Express Lane Ch. 04

Larissa wasn't a thin girl. She wasn't heavy. She managed to stay somewhat safely in between, all the while maintaining a small waist and large, round hips. And that ass! Oh, man, he imagined doing everything with that. As his pace quickened, a pang hit his heart in an odd way. He couldn't even get too aroused at the thought of taking Ris rough. He wanted to be soft. Loving. Give caressing touches and kisses that make her shiver. He wanted to...

"Make love to her," he whispered aloud. "Larissa."

The vivid portrait that entered his mind sent him over the edge. He was on top of Larissa, but cradled her so gingerly, almost as if she were fragile. Her lips and his were not their own, but they became one as they embraced in sensual kisses reserved for lovers only. He thought of his member entering her gently so as to not hurt her. Her imaginary moans and whimpers triggered what he knew was coming. A large stream of his seed spurt from him, landing across his hand and lower stomach. Breathing heavily, he grabbed wipes from the table next to him and closed his eyes. Noah had been in love before. He knew what love felt like. He couldn't quite say he loved Larissa.

But he wanted to.